“But now I can smell it. Did you bathe in it?” “I might as well have.” He sits in the chair next to the couch and grimaces. “I think it’s in my hair.” “I hope you retaliated appropriately.” “Yeah.” His grin widens to a beam. “I launched a whole bowl of tzatziki at Grant’s face.” “Ah, to be thirty again.” Hudson leans forward and grabs the collar of his stained shirt with one hand. He pulls it over the back of his head and all the way off, leaving him bare-chested. I gape at him, caught off guard by seeing his naked torso for the first time. Broad shoulders covered in patches of freckles give
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